Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.

Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.

Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.

Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.

Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.

~Pueblo blessing

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Sunday, 22 March 2015

HI Adele, i'm so happy to be able to connect with you and am sending lots of love and light your way. My friend and fellow musician Rosemary Phelan has a beautiful collection of poetry called every little thing, and this is one of my favourite pieces from it. I've paired it with a track from my second CD called The Pouting Porch, which is all about taking oneself out of the regular madness of life to find a quiet place of peace and rejuvenation, in effect, calling your spirit back. May your spirit and song, which inspire so many of us, continue to ring out. Love, abby 

call your spirit back
in the pale, hopeful light
after a night devoid of stars
the voice of my dis-ease
whispers to me
listen!

there's a song everyone's born with
not the same song, but everyone's got one
some people slide right out yelling their song
they hear it from the very beginning and know it's wrong
if someone tries to stop them from singing it

other people,
it takes them time to find their song
maybe they realize it was there all along
but it's too far gone and they have to call it back
say they're sorry and promise with clear and starry eyes
never to forget
their song
belongs to them

some people sing their song but not for long
'cause someone steals it and deals it for cheap protection
or some other warped thing
and it ceases to ring
and when your song's been taken you're shaken and you can't feel,
nothing's real

the world is full of the walking dead
hearts with no songs
heads 
full
of wants

don't be one of the haunted
call back your song
it's too high a price to pay
it's your voice, it's your spirit
it lives to be shared
it's a light, it's a flare for the direst emergencies
it's a bright shield against life's dangerous insurgencies
it's the promise in the sunrise,
the realness on the inside
of you
and of everything

call your spirit back
call your spirit back
call your spirit back

and never, ever
go anywhere without it again





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